Chapter 4

Remus busied himself in one of the many rooms of Number 12 while he awaited the arrival of Hermione. He had been constantly thinking of the morning Snape had delivered his potion. What right did he have to say such things? He's completely mad.

He threw himself onto the bed and buried his face into a pillow. Yes, he was in a relationship with Dora but that was beside the point. He could never allow himself to do such a thing. She's a student! She's Harry's best friend. But why couldn't he stop thinking about it then?

Okay, he had to admit that she was pretty. Beautiful's more like it.

I'm going mad. What would Sirius think if he knew what I was thinking? His rage stated to boil as these thoughts crossed his mind. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror.

He would think I was a monster…..I am a monster. He snapped and punched his reflection in the mirror. The mirror and the werewolf fell to the ground, the latter crying over his thoughts.

Hermione arrived to Grimmauld Place, just to hear a crash from one of the rooms upstairs. What the hell? She ran upstairs and began searching the rooms until she found Remus curled up on the floor. There was blood on the ground and on the broken mirror.

"Oh, Remus," the witch said as she knelt down next to the broken man. "Remus, what happened?"

The werewolf didn't dare look up at the witch. Hermione took his wounded hand and mended it with her wand.

"Remus, please talk to me. What's wrong?"

Finally, the man reluctantly looked at her. "Nothing."

Hermione didn't know why he wouldn't tell her. "I don't believe you. There is obviously something wrong, now please tell me," her voice cracked.

"I told you, nothing!" Remus said as his anger started building up again. "If I say it's nothing, that's what it is. Why must you know everything?!"

Hermione was shocked. ""You're just saying this because the full moon was last night. You need to rest. Remus, I want to help," she croaked.

"I don't need your help!"

"Remus, plea-"

"Leave me."

"Re-"

"Now!"

Hermione ran from the room as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face.

How could I act like that to her? Remus thought the next day after he had had time to recover from the moon. All she wanted to do was help me and I pushed her away. Even if he had started thinking differently towards the girl, she was still the closest thing he had to a friend. I need to fix this.

He walked over to the fireplace and made a Floo call to the Burrow.

"Yes?" Ginny's voice came over.

"I was wondering if I could speak to Hermione" Remus managed to get out.

"And what exactly gives you the right?!"

"Please, tell her I want to talk to her."

"I'm not so sure I should!" Ginny began. "She's been upstairs in my room crying ever since she returned last night! She won't speak to anyone! Now there's only one possible person that could have made her act like this and I'm talking to him!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"For someone who's supposed to be clever, you really can be daft sometimes!"

Huh?! "Whatever. Just tell Hermione I called and that when she is ready, I'd like to explain myself. Also, that I'm sorry."

"Fine," Ginny replied. "Sorry my ass" could be heard under her breath as they disconnected.

"Only one possible person?" Clearly Hermione is closer with more people than she is with him. His actions couldn't hurt her as hard enough as one of her friends. Why did it affect her so? I need a drink.

"Hermione?" Ginny said through the door. "Can I come in?" She heard something that resembled a 'yes' and let herself in. Hermione was laying on the bed with her back to the door.

""Mione, are you okay?" Ginny asked as she sat down on the bed next to her best friend.

"Just peachy, Gin" Hermione said as she rolled over. Ginny noticed her eyes were blotchy but at least she had stopped crying.

"I don't know if this would help or not but Remus just Floo'd" Ginny told her apprehensively.

Hermione was quiet for a few minutes until she left out a sigh. "What did he want?"

"He asked to talk to you and I basically told him to bugger off," the red head said. "When you are ready, he said he wants to explain himself. He also said he was sorry."

Sorry? Sorry?! He better be sorry! "I think you should go see him, 'Mione."

Hermione went silent again for longer this time.

"I don't know," she finally said. "I-I don't think I can. You didn't see the look on his face when he yelled at me."

"Wait, hold on," Ginny said. "He yelled at you?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered.

"Oh well, we can't have that, can we?"

"Ginny? What are you talking about?" Hermione asked as the red head grinned.

Remus had been pacing in the library ever since his conversation with the youngest Weasley. I'm not going to read into what she said. I'm not going to read into what she said. He kept repeating this until he heard the sound of apparition coming from the kitchen. Hermione. He all but ran to the kitchen.

Upon arrival, he wasn't greeted with whom he had expected.

"Hello, Remus," a pair of voices said in unison. "We heard you made our little sister cry."